My best friend;
A tragedy.
And thus here I am with a coincidental story.
She arrived as if by climbing a mountain of snow
A warm embrace I felt
Her words
Her touch
And my enlightened heart.
Little did I know her approach was not out of pity
neither was she patronizing me.
It was far purer
As pure as a black diamond brewing, perhaps, justified hatred.
Time passed unlike my ignorance
Moments passed in months and years unlike my ignorance that perhaps grew deeper.
When death came within my proximity
She took the knife for me
Smiling a bitterly sweet smile she spoke a clearance speech,
I hate you.
May you have a miserable life.
A death which wasn't mine
Took away my life
Yet to this day my smile fails to leave my face
All because of her.
"Do you not hate her?
Does a betrayal so great not pain you?"
While I stood under the floating cherry blossoms I replied,
"It does pain me greatly
It did
It always will, how can it not?
But I loved her
I love her.
Hate?
The love I recieved
And the love she recieves from every love I've ever felt
My gratefulness was so great that the cup filled with hate overfilled
And flowed
And flowed
And flowed
Unto a sea which forgot where it's origin was."
